Settling the Dust, Grandmaster's Head Severed

Su Chen and Zuo Lengchan's clash, though seeming long, actually happened in an instant.

Only after Zuo Lengchan was dead did the White Board Fiend scramble to his feet from the ground.

As soon as he got up, Zuo Lengchan's upper torso fell before him, landing face up.

Those dead, unblinking eyes met the White Board Fiend's gaze.

"He's... dead, Zuo Lengchan... is dead!"

An extreme fear crept into the White Board Fiend's heart.

Even when he and Zuo Lengchan had teamed up, they couldn't defeat Su Chen. Su Chen had even killed one of them.

Now, with Zuo Lengchan dead, he was alone and even less of a match for Su Chen.

Though he was brutal and treated human lives like grass, when death loomed over him, he too felt fear.

"Run, run now!"

The White Board Fiend had no other thoughts; only escape remained in his mind.

However, Su Chen wouldn't give him the chance.

Just as the White Board Fiend turned to flee, Su Chen, holding his saber, blocked his path.

"Spare..."

The White Board Fiend tried to beg for mercy, but as soon as the word left his mouth, Su Chen's ring-hilted saber descended.

The saber struck the White Board Fiend's face, forcefully shoving his plea back down his throat.

The White Board Fiend's face was mangled, blood gushing from the hideous wound.

He looked at Su Chen with fear in his eyes, but saw no trace of pity on Su Chen's face.

There were only eyes as still as a deep well and an utterly calm face.

These eyes and this face conveyed a single message.

"Today, I am certainly going to die, with no possibility of survival."

The White Board Fiend immediately realized this.

He had roamed the martial world for many years, and his current reputation was built on a foundation of ruthlessness.

Knowing that survival was impossible today, he gave up on fleeing and begging.

"If you won't let me live, I'll tear a piece of flesh from you before I die."

The White Board Fiend spat out fierce words, but his body was honest. He leaned back, evading the sweep of Su Chen's ring-hilted saber.

At the same time, his still-intact left hand shot forward.

As the palm wind surged, a patch of sickly green smoke erupted, lunging towards Su Chen's face.

Su Chen didn't dodge. He plunged through the green smoke, continuing to swing his saber at the White Board Fiend.

At this point, the White Board Fiend had no strength left to flee, but he began to laugh wildly.

"Hahaha, poisoned by my miasma, even an immortal can't save you. You'll die just the same today for killing me."

"If you're willing to let me live, I can help you detoxify..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Chen's blade had already descended.

He decapitated the White Board Fiend with a single strike!

After beheading the White Board Fiend, Su Chen lightly swung his saber, flicking the blood off the blade.

A trace of disdain flickered across his face.

Did they really think a mere poison mist could harm him? Did they think his Immunity to All Poisons, exchanged for fifteen hundred points, was just for show?

From Zuo Lengchan's death to the White Board Fiend's beheading, less than a minute had passed.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Only when the dust settled did the others finally snap back to reality.

Yue Buqun, Mo Da, Liu Zhengfeng, and Qu Yang's faces erupted with wild joy.

"Haha, Zuo Lengchan is dead, and the White Board Fiend is dead too! Mr. Su has slain two Grandmasters with his own strength!" Yue Buqun roared.

"Remnants of Mount Song, Zuo Lengchan has been executed. Hurry and lay down your weapons!" Liu Zhengfeng shouted, urging Yue Hou and the others to surrender.

"Surrender now, and you still have a chance to live. Continue to resist, and death is your only path," Qu Yang added.

Mo Da remained silent, still playing his erhu, channeling sword energy to fend off enemies.

However, this time, his music, rarely, lacked some of its mournful tone, carrying a subtle hint of cheerfulness.

While Yue Buqun and the other three were ecstatic, the Mount Song disciples' faces were ashen, unable to utter a word.

The current outcome was completely beyond their expectations.

Who could have imagined that Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend, two Grandmasters working together, would still be defeated by Su Chen alone?

Without the Grandmaster experts to rely on, the remaining Minor Grandmasters were no match for Su Chen at all.

For a moment, the ten Protectors of Mount Song wavered.

Zhao Sihai and Zhang Jingchao, in particular, showed an obvious desire to surrender.

Among the Thirteen Protectors, only the former Protectors Yue Hou, Zhong Zhen, and the other six were direct disciples of Mount Song, sworn brothers of Zuo Lengchan.

The remaining Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and others had either joined later or were from collateral branches of Mount Song.

Their loyalty to Zuo Lengchan and the Mount Song Sect was far less than that of Yue Hou and the others.

Under normal circumstances, with Mount Song's power, they could still follow along and win easy victories.

But now, with Zuo Lengchan dead, the defeat of the Mount Song Sect was imminent.

These turncoats naturally did not want to be buried with them.

Thus, after a few seconds of consideration, Zhao Sihai was the first to stop resisting, dropping his weapon and hiding to the side.

With him taking the lead, the six Protectors Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, Sima De, White-headed Immortal Bu Chen, Bald Eagle Sha Tianjiang, Divine Whip Deng Bagong, and Brocade Lion Gao Kexin also chose to surrender.

The more than a hundred Mount Song disciples also fell into hesitation.

In the arena, only Yue Hou, Zhong Zhen, and Tang Ying'e were still putting up a desperate fight.

"Zhao Sihai... you bunch of scoundrels! My senior brother just died, and you actually defected and surrendered. Have you no integrity!" Yue Hou questioned loudly.

Hearing this, Zhao Sihai and the others exchanged glances and simultaneously sneered.

"Heh, integrity. How much is integrity worth? Can integrity help us survive?"

"Back when Zuo Lengchan was alive, all the benefits were taken by you direct disciples. We did all the dirty and hard work. Now, what right do you have to question us?"

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

Just as Zuo Lengchan died, internal strife erupted within the Mount Song Sect.

For a time, the direct disciples and collateral branches of Mount Song argued incessantly, on the verge of coming to blows.

Seeing this scene, Su Chen and Mo Da and the others didn't rush to act.

Such a dog-eat-dog scenario was a rare sight.

The internal conflict of Mount Song continued, with both sides hurling insults at each other, their ancestors for eighteen generations being cursed.

Just then, Zhao Sihai suddenly looked at Su Chen and the others and asked, "Sirs, if we kill Yue Hou and the others, can you spare our lives?"

Su Chen did not reply. As long as he could get the silver taels, the lives of the Mount Song members had little impact on him.

The key was the employer's decision.

Liu Zhengfeng and Mo Da exchanged glances, then said, "Yes, as long as you kill Yue Hou and the others, you will live."

After receiving their promise, Zhao Sihai and the others' faces immediately showed ferocious smiles.

"Sorry about this." They sneered, then launched a surprise attack on Yue Hou and the other two.

Seven against three was an absolute crushing of numbers.

Before long, Yue Hou and Zhong Zhen were both killed, leaving only Tang Ying'e in the arena.

However, Tang Ying'e was not in good condition either, his body covered in wounds that exposed bone.

He was surrounded by Zhao Sihai and the others, a hint of desolate laughter appearing on his face.

"Hahahaha, the great Mount Song Sect has fallen to the point of brothers killing each other..."

As he spoke, blood continuously trickled from the corner of his mouth, his heart filled with sorrow.

The leader of the Five Great Sects, a Grandmaster at its helm, Thirteen Protectors.

How glorious Mount Song once was, and in the blink of an eye, it had become this desolate state.

Tang Ying'e, the Vice Sect Master, found his sorrow unspeakable.

He suddenly looked up at Su Chen, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

He knew very well that the source of all this was this black-clothed swordsman.

If not for Su Chen, the three of them wouldn't have died, Zuo Lengchan wouldn't have died, and Mount Song wouldn't have been defeated.

Thinking of this, he suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha, you caused my Mount Song to fall to this state, and you won't live much longer either."

"I've already sent the news of you killing Yu Canghai to the Qingcheng Sect."

"Even though you're a Grandmaster, you'll still die against the Qingcheng Sect..."

Seeing Tang Ying'e still trying to threaten him as he was dying, Su Chen couldn't help but frown.

The next second, he directly swung his saber, unleashing a saber light that decapitated Tang Ying'e.

Threats? Su Chen feared threats the least!